Bent Part 2
Title: Bent
Author: Concupid
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: mild violence, language
Pairing: Howard/Vince
Summary: Naboo has all the answers, sort of. Howard hasn’t quite got the hang of the gender swap.
Howard began to put sugar in his tea, but then hesitated. He’d lost a bit of weight on the island and it would be nice to keep it off. He’d always struggled a bit with his midsection.
“Worrying about your waistline?” Vince asked with an unkind smirk.
Howard dropped a spoonful of sugar into his tea.
“I just talked to Saboo,” Naboo said as he re-entered the room. “Bad news. You’re supposed to take a sniff from the bottle and the effects last for a few days. There’s no knowing how much the two of you inhaled. It could be permanent.”
Vince threw his tea cup against the wall, shattering it, as he yelled, “Bullshit!”
They wouldn’t survive lady Vince for long.
“There has to be something we can do,” Howard said, his mind clicking through options. Surely, if they all worked together, there would be a way to undo the magic. There had to be a solution.
“There is an antidote,” Naboo said.
“Thank goodness,” Howard sighed.
“There fucking better be,” Vince growled.
“But it can only be found in the Mountains of Lost Dreams.”
“Go on,” Howard prompted.
“Christ, why can’t anything be easy?” Vince moaned.
“The terrain is treacherous and the voyage will take days,” Naboo continued.
“That’s all right.”
“Fucking hell.”
“You’ll have to work as a team.”
“That’s what we do best.”
“Shut up, Nancy.”
“And you’ll have to leave in the morning. So… Good night.” And with that, Naboo was gone. He didn’t disappear, he just went off to his room.
Howard ran his fingers through his hair. It was still long and wild from their island adventure.
“Vince, do you think you could give me a trim? I don’t want to go heading into the wilderness with all this to worry about.”
Vince scooted his chair far too close to Howard’s. He reached out and grabbed Howard’s hair with both hands.
“You sure? You could wear it in bunches like this,” Vince said in a voice that was entirely too low and deep. “Try the schoolgirl look. Bit kinky, but it works on you.”
Howard pulled back , inexplicably uncomfortable with the way Vince was looking at him. There was something… predatory is his gaze.
“Nevermind,” Howard mumbled as he pulled his hair free. “I’ll cut it myself.”
He tried to walk away, but Vince grabbed him roughly by the wrist.
“I’ll cut it. Don’t be such a girl, Howard. C’mon.”
Howard followed Vince towards their bathroom. He’d stopped letting Vince cut his hair when they started sharing a flat. When Vince cut his hair in the Keeper Hut, it felt like a free haircut. When Vince cut his hair in their bathroom, it felt upsettingly domestic.
When Vince went to their bedroom instead of the bathroom, Howard hesitated. If it weren’t so long, the hair on the back of his neck surely would have stood up.
“I’ll sweep up when I’m done. Don’t worry, Ms. Moon, I won’t leave a mess,” Vince sneered as he gestured towards the chair of his vanity. “You’ll be more comfortable and I’ll be able to see better.”
Howard couldn’t think of a rational reason to say no, and he refused to set himself up for more mockery, so he sat down.
“You’re going to get hair all over your pajamas, Howard, why don’t you…”
“No!” Howard snapped.
“I’ve seen your tits before, Howard,” Vince smirked as he ran his hand down Howard’s chest, and grabbing at his left pectoral muscle. “Since when are you shy?”
Howard pushed the hand away and wished he had an even thicker dressing gown to go over the one he was wearing. No matter where he looked, his bed was being reflected in Vince’s myriad of mirrors, and it made him nervous.
“Either cut my hair or let me do it. I’ve had enough nonsense for one night.”
For a moment, Vince looked like himself again. He gave Howard a friendly smile in the mirror as he picked up his spray bottle.
“I’ll sort you out, Howard,” Vince promised in a husky voice.
Howard wanted to yell at him for using the voice, but he had a feeling that was a bit… crazy. He sat still as a statue as Vince worked his magic. Howard liked watching Vince cut his hair. He rarely saw Vince deep in thought, but when he was working on hair, he was as focused as a laser. He easily worked through Howard’s unruly hair, occasionally grabbing what seemed to be random locks and pulling them straight while clucking to himself. The damp locks began to fall around Howard’s face in a pleasing disarray of waves and curls.
“I’m leaving it a bit long,” Vince said, never looking away from Howard’s hair. “Longer hair suits you.”
Howard could see his cheeks grow pink at the quasi-compliment. He blamed it fully on the gender switching potion.
Vince finally put down his scissors and picked up some mousse.
“Just a little to help define the curl,” Vince explained. Suddenly his eyes darkened and he again looked like a stranger. “You look good, Howard.”
Howard reached up to touch his hair, “It’s a bit… long.”
Vince twined his fingers in Howard’s hair. Howard was so busy trying to look unaffected, he wasn’t prepared when Vince suddenly tugged hard, forcing Howard’s head back.
“A man likes a little hair to hold onto,” Vince purred. And then he kissed Howard on the lips.
A thousand boring and practical concerns fought for dominance in Howard’s mind.
Why is he doing this?
Why aren’t I stopping it?
Are we crossing a line that could destroy our friendship?
Is our friendship destroyed?
Is this the magic?
What if it isn’t?
I thought Vince was straight.
I thought I was straight.
Is this my first kiss?
Does a kiss count when there is magic involved?
Why is a genderswap potion making Vince so aggressive?
Shouldn’t he be more girlish and sweet?
And of course: Why am I still not stopping this?
Instead of running away, Howard wrapped his hand around the back of Vince’s neck and pulled him closer. It was nothing like kissing Precious (even with his five o’clock shadow, Vince was less hairy than Precious), but it was easy. No matter how awkward Howard’s movements, Vince was able to adjust and keep the kiss tender and relatively slobber free. He had always dreaded someone putting their tongue in his mouth, but it wasn’t disgusting at all. Howard wasn’t gagging. In fact, he’d never been so turned on in his life.
He let out a little moan of disappointment when Vince moved from kissing his lips to his throat, but soon decided he was fine with how things were unfolding. Vince seemed to have things well in hand.
Vince let go of Howard’s hair and stared at him hard in the mirror’s reflection. Howard wasn’t sure where to look, so he kept staring straight ahead.
Vince leaned down and whispered into Howard’s ear, his eyes never leaving their shared reflection.
“You wanna take this to the bed?” he asked.
Howard’s voice sounded strange and rough to his own ears as he said, “Yes.”
As soon as Howard spoke, he knew he’s said the wrong thing. Vince’s face suddenly looked hard and menacing again.
“Hmm, I like this Howard,” Vince murmured as he began pulling at Howard’s dressing gown.
Howard grabbed the material from Vince’s hands and stood up so suddenly he knocked the chair over, nearly toppling Vince in the process.
“Watch it!” Vince yelled. “What do you think you’re doing, you berk?”
Howard’s mind raced as he tried to sort out how to get back the power he’d lost with his easy acquiescence.
He was saved by a knock at the door.
“Guys?” Naboo called out before throwing the door open. “Change of plans. The two of you need to get on the road right away. Were the two of you about to shag?”
“No!” Howard yelled. “What? Why? What’s going on?”
Vince laughed derisively and Howard was tempted to throw something at him, but didn’t dare look in his direction.
“Dennis is heading out on a trip with his new girlfriend, the extreme sports calendar model, and he’s the only one with keys to the Path of Sorrow leading to the Mountains of Lost Dreams. We need to meet him in an hour or we’re going to have to wait a week and then it might be too late.”
Vince kicked Howard’s bedside table and swore.
“Sorry, guys,” Naboo said, though he sounded completely indifferent. “Looks like you guys are going off script. Too bad. I was looking forward to the crimping episode.”
“What are you on about?” Vince asked just as Howard asked, “Are you high?”
“Nevermind and yeah,” answered Naboo. “Now, start packing. It’s time for a road trip.”
Author: Concupid
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: mild violence, language
Pairing: Howard/Vince
Summary: Naboo has all the answers, sort of. Howard hasn’t quite got the hang of the gender swap.
Howard began to put sugar in his tea, but then hesitated. He’d lost a bit of weight on the island and it would be nice to keep it off. He’d always struggled a bit with his midsection.
“Worrying about your waistline?” Vince asked with an unkind smirk.
Howard dropped a spoonful of sugar into his tea.
“I just talked to Saboo,” Naboo said as he re-entered the room. “Bad news. You’re supposed to take a sniff from the bottle and the effects last for a few days. There’s no knowing how much the two of you inhaled. It could be permanent.”
Vince threw his tea cup against the wall, shattering it, as he yelled, “Bullshit!”
They wouldn’t survive lady Vince for long.
“There has to be something we can do,” Howard said, his mind clicking through options. Surely, if they all worked together, there would be a way to undo the magic. There had to be a solution.
“There is an antidote,” Naboo said.
“Thank goodness,” Howard sighed.
“There fucking better be,” Vince growled.
“But it can only be found in the Mountains of Lost Dreams.”
“Go on,” Howard prompted.
“Christ, why can’t anything be easy?” Vince moaned.
“The terrain is treacherous and the voyage will take days,” Naboo continued.
“That’s all right.”
“Fucking hell.”
“You’ll have to work as a team.”
“That’s what we do best.”
“Shut up, Nancy.”
“And you’ll have to leave in the morning. So… Good night.” And with that, Naboo was gone. He didn’t disappear, he just went off to his room.
Howard ran his fingers through his hair. It was still long and wild from their island adventure.
“Vince, do you think you could give me a trim? I don’t want to go heading into the wilderness with all this to worry about.”
Vince scooted his chair far too close to Howard’s. He reached out and grabbed Howard’s hair with both hands.
“You sure? You could wear it in bunches like this,” Vince said in a voice that was entirely too low and deep. “Try the schoolgirl look. Bit kinky, but it works on you.”
Howard pulled back , inexplicably uncomfortable with the way Vince was looking at him. There was something… predatory is his gaze.
“Nevermind,” Howard mumbled as he pulled his hair free. “I’ll cut it myself.”
He tried to walk away, but Vince grabbed him roughly by the wrist.
“I’ll cut it. Don’t be such a girl, Howard. C’mon.”
Howard followed Vince towards their bathroom. He’d stopped letting Vince cut his hair when they started sharing a flat. When Vince cut his hair in the Keeper Hut, it felt like a free haircut. When Vince cut his hair in their bathroom, it felt upsettingly domestic.
When Vince went to their bedroom instead of the bathroom, Howard hesitated. If it weren’t so long, the hair on the back of his neck surely would have stood up.
“I’ll sweep up when I’m done. Don’t worry, Ms. Moon, I won’t leave a mess,” Vince sneered as he gestured towards the chair of his vanity. “You’ll be more comfortable and I’ll be able to see better.”
Howard couldn’t think of a rational reason to say no, and he refused to set himself up for more mockery, so he sat down.
“You’re going to get hair all over your pajamas, Howard, why don’t you…”
“No!” Howard snapped.
“I’ve seen your tits before, Howard,” Vince smirked as he ran his hand down Howard’s chest, and grabbing at his left pectoral muscle. “Since when are you shy?”
Howard pushed the hand away and wished he had an even thicker dressing gown to go over the one he was wearing. No matter where he looked, his bed was being reflected in Vince’s myriad of mirrors, and it made him nervous.
“Either cut my hair or let me do it. I’ve had enough nonsense for one night.”
For a moment, Vince looked like himself again. He gave Howard a friendly smile in the mirror as he picked up his spray bottle.
“I’ll sort you out, Howard,” Vince promised in a husky voice.
Howard wanted to yell at him for using the voice, but he had a feeling that was a bit… crazy. He sat still as a statue as Vince worked his magic. Howard liked watching Vince cut his hair. He rarely saw Vince deep in thought, but when he was working on hair, he was as focused as a laser. He easily worked through Howard’s unruly hair, occasionally grabbing what seemed to be random locks and pulling them straight while clucking to himself. The damp locks began to fall around Howard’s face in a pleasing disarray of waves and curls.
“I’m leaving it a bit long,” Vince said, never looking away from Howard’s hair. “Longer hair suits you.”
Howard could see his cheeks grow pink at the quasi-compliment. He blamed it fully on the gender switching potion.
Vince finally put down his scissors and picked up some mousse.
“Just a little to help define the curl,” Vince explained. Suddenly his eyes darkened and he again looked like a stranger. “You look good, Howard.”
Howard reached up to touch his hair, “It’s a bit… long.”
Vince twined his fingers in Howard’s hair. Howard was so busy trying to look unaffected, he wasn’t prepared when Vince suddenly tugged hard, forcing Howard’s head back.
“A man likes a little hair to hold onto,” Vince purred. And then he kissed Howard on the lips.
A thousand boring and practical concerns fought for dominance in Howard’s mind.
Why is he doing this?
Why aren’t I stopping it?
Are we crossing a line that could destroy our friendship?
Is our friendship destroyed?
Is this the magic?
What if it isn’t?
I thought Vince was straight.
I thought I was straight.
Is this my first kiss?
Does a kiss count when there is magic involved?
Why is a genderswap potion making Vince so aggressive?
Shouldn’t he be more girlish and sweet?
And of course: Why am I still not stopping this?
Instead of running away, Howard wrapped his hand around the back of Vince’s neck and pulled him closer. It was nothing like kissing Precious (even with his five o’clock shadow, Vince was less hairy than Precious), but it was easy. No matter how awkward Howard’s movements, Vince was able to adjust and keep the kiss tender and relatively slobber free. He had always dreaded someone putting their tongue in his mouth, but it wasn’t disgusting at all. Howard wasn’t gagging. In fact, he’d never been so turned on in his life.
He let out a little moan of disappointment when Vince moved from kissing his lips to his throat, but soon decided he was fine with how things were unfolding. Vince seemed to have things well in hand.
Vince let go of Howard’s hair and stared at him hard in the mirror’s reflection. Howard wasn’t sure where to look, so he kept staring straight ahead.
Vince leaned down and whispered into Howard’s ear, his eyes never leaving their shared reflection.
“You wanna take this to the bed?” he asked.
Howard’s voice sounded strange and rough to his own ears as he said, “Yes.”
As soon as Howard spoke, he knew he’s said the wrong thing. Vince’s face suddenly looked hard and menacing again.
“Hmm, I like this Howard,” Vince murmured as he began pulling at Howard’s dressing gown.
Howard grabbed the material from Vince’s hands and stood up so suddenly he knocked the chair over, nearly toppling Vince in the process.
“Watch it!” Vince yelled. “What do you think you’re doing, you berk?”
Howard’s mind raced as he tried to sort out how to get back the power he’d lost with his easy acquiescence.
He was saved by a knock at the door.
“Guys?” Naboo called out before throwing the door open. “Change of plans. The two of you need to get on the road right away. Were the two of you about to shag?”
“No!” Howard yelled. “What? Why? What’s going on?”
Vince laughed derisively and Howard was tempted to throw something at him, but didn’t dare look in his direction.
“Dennis is heading out on a trip with his new girlfriend, the extreme sports calendar model, and he’s the only one with keys to the Path of Sorrow leading to the Mountains of Lost Dreams. We need to meet him in an hour or we’re going to have to wait a week and then it might be too late.”
Vince kicked Howard’s bedside table and swore.
“Sorry, guys,” Naboo said, though he sounded completely indifferent. “Looks like you guys are going off script. Too bad. I was looking forward to the crimping episode.”
“What are you on about?” Vince asked just as Howard asked, “Are you high?”
“Nevermind and yeah,” answered Naboo. “Now, start packing. It’s time for a road trip.”